Captivity

The heat of my brain turns the iron barsAround me to dust, but when I come to my sensesIt’s a winter’s day andThere’s just a little rust

I’m walking through the revolving doors in my mindBut no matter how hard I tryI can’t seem to get out the other side

Cause everywhere I look is looking back…

I’m a holy man in a stained glass cathedralBut when I look in the mirror all I see isCinder blocks and stainless steel

I got eight tailored suits waitin’ for meWhen I get back home…if I ever get back home

Everywhere I look is looking back to where I’m lookin’When I get back to where I’m lookin’ to go

You can hold me captive for all these things I’ve doneBut, I’m quite sure by now this ain’t the only race I’m gonna run

She said she could never forget the look of my eyesIt’s a misfortunate fortune that I’m in hereBut at least I’m still aliveI once knew a man who traveled by the whistles’ aimIt’s been forty years now andI just need someone to know my name

I sprint towards freedom, how else would you move that way?But I ain’t as fast as I used to be and the dogs are catching upBut I’m gonna die either way so I might as well die trying

Everywhere I look is looking back to where I’m lookin’When I get back to where I’m lookin’ to go